You asked me to dance along the band Like a fool, I took your hand Deliriously smelled your scent infusing every single of my cell And I enjoyed it too much to resist your spell So once again, I found myself trapped in the counterfeiting bliss As I questioned myself, what is this? We play this game with such innocence And slowly, we lose our sense Pretending that this is not real So again, we bury what we feel Haunted with this one fear That someday this will become crystal clear Should that ever happen one day Please know that I choose to stay You might go, yes you can But I’ll be here to reminisce how this began And in the end I’ll be smiling Grateful for the chance to have this feeling
Crazy little thing called love, Fiction, Stories
A Midnight Rambling
This has been a year, more or less
And still, we’re playing with this mess
There are a lot of things I refuse to remember
And yet I can’t erase that one night in December
When we sail the night
To find some light
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